League of Legends: Queen Ashe, please help

No one was walking around the street in the early morning. The heavy snow that had been falling for several days finally stopped. Only the north wind blew through the wall and made a whistling sound. Suddenly, a group of people appeared at one end of the street, stepping on the snow and making a whistling sound. A squeaking sound.

"Damn, that Yamos is such a loser. His wrist was broken just now, and his arm was chopped off again. This kind of person will only bring shame to our Nikaro tribe." A man walking at the front cursed. said.

"That's right, if Lord Bell takes us there, the tavern will be taken over immediately. How much waves can a bunch of hairless gadgets create." A thin middle-aged man behind the man immediately agreed.

"That's right, it's such a cold weather. If you go out and suffer, it's all because of that good-for-nothing Yamos."

"They were drinking and eating meat in the room and asked us to come out..."

"Okay, okay... don't say anything anymore, take down the tavern later, and the girls from the Ataro tribe will be rewarded to you." Bell said impatiently when he saw the people below complaining.

"Haha... Mr. Bell is still righteous..." The group of people suddenly laughed obscenely, and even walked faster, wishing they could fly to the Ataro tribe all at once.

They turned a corner, and the dim words of the Mansello Tavern were shaking in the wind. After seeing it, the group of people rushed over immediately. Bell looked at the terrifying silence inside the tavern and stopped everyone in their tracks.

"What's wrong? Lord Bell!"

"Why is it so quiet here? Have they already known about our raid tonight?" Bell asked doubtfully.

"What can we do even if we know about them? They are not just a bunch of kids with untangled hair. We, the rest of us, can't even deal with a bunch of kids with untagged hair!" The thin middle-aged man said, What he was thinking about was the scene of the girl from the Ataro tribe begging for mercy.

Bell hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Come in..."

After everyone entered the hall, there was no one in the hall, and the surroundings were eerily quiet. At this time, Bell suddenly found a young man sitting on the chair at the front of the hall, looking at them with a playful look in his eyes.

"Are you the leader of the Ataro tribe?" Bell asked.

"My name is Balk...the thirteenth generation leader of the Ataro tribe!"

Bell secretly cursed himself for being cowardly, but he actually took the initiative to speak. He secretly clenched the blade in his hand and said, "If you mess with our Nikaro tribe, you will only die."

"Then come and try..." Balk looked at Bell teasingly.

"You are looking for death..." The thin middle-aged man behind Bell raised the blade in his hand and headed straight for Balk's neck. The friction between the blade and the air made a harsh sound.

When the thin middle-aged man was only three meters away from Balk, his pupils shrank, and he was surprised to find a young man standing behind Balk. The young man was dressed in black, standing upright, and the bow in his hand was already drawn. He opened the door, and an arrowhead emitting cold light was moving slowly with him. Because the young man was hiding in the shadows, he couldn't find it without careful observation.

"No..." The thin middle-aged man saw a murderous intent in the eyes of the young man in black, and he shouted in pain.

"Chirp..." The young man loosened his fingers, and the sharp arrow whizzed out, piercing directly between the thin middle-aged eyebrows.

The thin middle-aged man fell to the ground and twitched twice, losing his breath. When Bell saw it, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes wide to see the face of the young man in black. The thin middle-aged man sprinted when he attacked. The speed is very fast. At such a high speed, it can kill a thin middle-aged man with one arrow. He is definitely not a mediocre person.

Bell was horrified when he heard the bowstring in the black-clothed boy's hand tightening again. Bell's heart suddenly jumped up and he said, "Be careful..."

"Chirp..." Bell lowered his head subconsciously. He felt a chill on his scalp. An arrow flew past his scalp. Although he reacted quickly, the people behind him were hit. The arrow pierced the chest of a strong man behind Bell, and then he fell softly.

"Kill them..." Bell also saw that the people of the Ataro tribe had no intention of letting them leave alive, so he said to the tribesmen behind him.

The Nikaro tribe members raised their blades and rushed towards Ling Feng and Balke, "Chirp..." Another person fell to the ground after being hit by an arrow. In the blink of an eye, three of his tribe members died. This made Bell Very annoyed, the blade in his hand cut off Balk's head in an astonishing arc. Lingfeng held Bingshang in both hands and jumped up, and Bingshang went straight towards Bell's heart.

When Ling Feng took action, Bell was also startled. He was in front of him almost instantly. He could only retract the blade and block Ling Feng's knife. At this time, all the members of the Ataro tribe hiding in the dark rushed out, holding their hands. He wielded weapons and fought with the remaining strong men of the Nicarro tribe. Once the two sides met, the battle became fierce. Although the members of the Ataro tribe were all teenagers, they were all lords who did not want their lives. The blades in his hands were all directed towards the vital points, and in an instant both sides suffered casualties.

Seeing Lingfeng stopping Bell, Balk also held a blade in his hand and ran straight towards a member of the Nicarro tribe. Balk jumped up high and struck the strong man with the blade in his hand. Seeing Balk Rushing over, the strong man swung the blade in his hand, hoping to hit Balk. There was even a mocking expression on his face, but the moment the two blades collided, the strong man's expression changed. It changed, because he felt his arm become numb instantly and lost consciousness. The blade in his hand was also knocked away. However, Balk had a posture of taking advantage of your illness to kill you, and stabbed hard with the blade in his hand. , the entire blade sank into the strong man's body.

Balk hurriedly let go of the blade, and the strong man fell to the ground like a hill. Balk looked at his palms tremblingly. His own was not much better. The tiger's mouth of his palm was cracked by the shock, and blood flowed down Balk's hand. With his wrists dripping down, seeing Balk killing a man much stronger than himself by himself, the members of the Ataro tribe instantly burst out with strong fighting spirit, forcing the remaining people to retreat step by step.

Balk's actions were also seen by Ling Feng and Bell. At this time, Bell cursed himself secretly. He was really reckless this time, but Ling Feng was aroused in his heart and said loudly: "Take out the Be really capable! Otherwise you won’t have a chance.”

Bell also came back to his senses. At this time, Lingfeng held Bingshang behind his back with both hands, and a fierce murderous aura rose into the sky. With a sway of his steps, his body suddenly rushed towards Bell, and he jumped up three meters away from Bell. The Bing Shang in it struck down directly from top to bottom. The blow was so thunderous that Bing Shang even left a black afterimage in the air.

Bell also had no way out. He held the blade in both hands, his muscles tensed, and he mobilized all his strength to block Ling Feng's knife. "Ding dong..." The blade in Bell's hand fell. To be precise, Half of the blade fell off because the blade in his hand was cut off by Ling Feng. At the same time, Bell fell straight down, with a wound on his head from the top of his head to the bridge of his nose. If Ling Feng had been stronger, he might have killed Bell directly. head split open.

When Bell died, the remaining members of the Nicarro tribe were immediately frightened and turned around to run away. However, the people from the Ataro tribe were willing to give up and raised their weapons to greet the dead. The Nicarro tribe sent them here. Of the twelve people, no one ran away. This small victory also made all the members of the Ataro tribe cheer. After all, this was their first head-to-head contest with other tribes, but Balk was not so relaxed, because He knew that tonight the Ataro tribe and the Nikaro tribe had formed a deadly feud, and a more bloody battle might be yet to come.